The Ancient God's lance stabbed at him again.
This time, Rus Wang did not retreat.
He raised his right claw, and the Dragon God Core appeared, pressing against his chest. There, the Dragon God Core was slowly beating, each pulse releasing a faint glow of starlight.
It was not the source of Rus Wang's authority as the New Dragon God. He had always relied on himself.
The irony now was that the Dragon God Core had become his final trump card.
"System," Rus Wang silently said in his heart, "remove the restrictions."
[Confirmed. Dragon God Core safety protocol removed. Starlight Rus Wang mode activated. Countdown: 5:00.]
A force he had never felt before erupted from the Dragon God Core.
It was not the power of water from his Lord of Blades form, nor was it the Dragon Race power of an ordinary Dragon God form. It was a power purer, older, and more violent.
Starlight Rus Wang.
And now, the restrictions had been lifted.
Silver-blue starlight burst from the gaps between every scale on Rus Wang's body, illuminating the ruins within a hundred miles as if it were broad daylight.
He lifted his head and let out a dragon roar that shook the nine heavens. Wherever the sound waves passed, the remaining intact buildings collapsed on the spot, and the fragile rock layers shattered and fell.
His dragon wings spread again.
This time, they were no longer broken wings of light, but giant wings condensed from pure starlight. Patterns like a rotating galaxy flowed across every energy wing.
His body abruptly expanded a size beyond the Lord of Blades' true form. His dragon claws became longer and sharper, and at the tips, starlight condensed into an almost solid silver substance, flashing with a deadly cold gleam.
The dragon horns atop